There's grievin' in the country
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There's sorrow in the sand.
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There's sobbin' in the shanty
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And there's anger in the land.
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A woman broods in silence
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Close beside an open door;
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Flung on her flimsy doorstep
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Lies a corpse upon the floor.
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"You'll not ask me why I'm silent"
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The woman said to me;
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Her two eyes blazed in anger
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And her throat throbbed agony.
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Once my heart could cry in sorrow
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Now it lies there on the floor
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In the ashes by the hearthstone;
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They can't hurt it anymore.
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Oh, let the wind go cryin' yonder
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In the tree-tops by the spring
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Let its voice be soft and feelin'
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Like it was a livin' thing.
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There's grievin' in the country
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There's sorrow in the sand.
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There's sobbin' in the shanty
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And there's anger in the land.
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THERE'S ANGER IN THE LAND
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| Peter, Paul & Mary |
